Friday, April 19, 2013

This Place

There's a place nearby that is forever changing. People walk by it every day. They assume they're seeing the same place, and  they don't stop to think about how different it is. The grass may look the same as it has every year, but it's not the same grass. The grass that was there two months ago, let alone two years ago, has already been cut and replaced by newer blades. The air there has swept in, circulated, and been blown away to be replaced by fresh gusts coming down from the mountains. Just because a field is in the same location every time you walk by it doesn't mean the field itself is the same as it last was.
Everything about it has changed.
This place is me.

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